it was because he had been so very nice and kind all the earlier part of the day, and now he had to have a change. This is called reaction. One notices it now and then in one's self. Sometimes when one has been extra good for a longer time than usual, one is suddenly attacked by a violent fit of not being good at all. "I'll tell you what they do," said Peter; "they strap the broken man down so that he can't resist or interfere with their doctorish designs, and then some one holds his head, and some one holds his leg—the broken one, and pulls it till the bones fit in—with a crunch, mind you! Then they strap it up and—let's play at bone-setting!"
"Oh, no!" said Phyllis.
But Bobbie said suddenly: "All right—let's! I'll be the Doctor, and Phil can be the nurse. You can be the broken bones; we can get at your legs more easily, because you don't wear petticoats."
"I'll get the splints and bandages," said Peter; "you get the couch of suffering ready."
The ropes that had tied up the boxes that had come from home were all in a wooden packing-case in the cellar. When Peter brought in a trailing tangle of them, and two boards for splints, Phyllis was excitedly giggling.
